Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles

Derivative Writers Seem Versatile Because They Imitate Many Others, Past And Present. Artistic Originality Has Only Itself To Copy.

Don't Touch Me; I'll Die If You Touch Me.

But In My Arms She Was Always Lolita.

I See Again My Schoolroom In Vyra, The Blue Roses Of The Wallpaper, The Open Window.… Everything Is As It Should Be, Nothing Will Ever Change, Nobody Will Ever Die.

All Colors Made Me Happy: Even Gray. My Eyes Were Such That Literally They Took Photographs.